My Husband

My Husband

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Loki x Husband! Reader

Pronouns: he/him

Warnings: cursing, death of a loved one (kinda? not really), betrayal, angst

Word Count:

part two

a/n: another upload from my old account

He had always wanted to grow old with him. It hits him now that it will never happen. His husband is gone. The letter was hard to read through his tears, but he was able to make out the main consensus. Loki was dead.

Perhaps he was supposed to cry and scream for him, for the pain he felt. He was always one for the dramatics. But at this moment, he had no strength at all. His clothes pillowed beneath him as he sank to his knees, holding a hand to his mouth. No sounds came out, but he was worried they would. His eyes flickered between the words on the paper. It seemed his manner of death was written, but he was not about to read that. He wasn’t able to.

He was alone now. He had run away from his lands because his parents wouldn't dare let the prince marry the adopted son of Odin. But his love ran deep for him, so off he ran. He was no longer welcome in his old home. At the same time, the people of Odin never liked Loki very much. He was seen as a tyrant, one with little power, but a tyrant nonetheless. With these opinions, most didn’t respect Y/N much either. 

Being alone never worried him before, when he knew his husband was alive and safe, or as safe as he could get. As alone as he was, he was never truly alone. But now the word seemed to echo in his mind. He felt sick. Why did his husband have to die? Why did Loki have to die?

Within the next week, he couldn't stand the stares and glares from the people around the castle. He needed to find Thor, the only one who was truly happy for the married couple. And he knew exactly where he was. He needed him to hold him and tell him what to do. He needed to not be alone anymore.

With a cloak wrapped around him, he sneaked from the castle. His steps were well-thought and quiet as he made his way to the Bifrost. His eyes scanned the roads for any people out at this hour. As late as it was, people always walked the square. Surprisingly, he made it to the Observatory without hassle. His fist knocked upon the door to Heimdall’s bedroom. A loud bang was heard, but the door opened. He squinted from the new source of light.

“Heimdall? Are you alright?” His hand, which was previously nursing his head, paused and he looked up from the ground.

“Lord? What are you doing up at this hour? And why are you here?” Whilst they hadn’t spoken in a few years (since the wedding), Heimdall knew exactly who was at his door.

His eyes met his, “Heimdall, hello. I fear you know why I’m here.”

His gaze trailed to the Bifrost. “Why?” was all he said.

“I need to see Thor.”

He paused, “Lord… I cannot send you where Thor is.”

He glared, taking a deep breath, “Why not? My husband is dead. I need to see my brother-in-law.”

“I sympathize, but Thor has given me orders-” The violent look in his eyes almost made him pause, but he continued, “- to not let anyone from Asgard to Earth. He says it's for your protection.”

“For my protection? To hell with my protection! Do you think I care what happens to me at this point? If you don’t let me through, Heimdall, I will not forgive you.”

“Lord-”

“Don’t. You should know why this is important to me. Was this order of Thor’s given before or after Loki’s death?”

Heimdall sighed, “Before.”

“Then I think the situation has advanced, don’t you think?”

After a moment of hesitation, he nodded, gesturing for him to follow. 

The landing wasn’t as smooth as he imagined it being. His body was flung into the ground, hard enough to cause an indention in the asphalt he laid upon. He groaned, hoisting himself to his feet. He glanced around, remembering the instructions Heimdall had given him. 

“You’ll be dropped off in a place called New Mexico. You need to get to a place called New York.”

“Why are they all called New? Were the previous ones destroyed?”

“No, they just have stupid names. Anyway, you should be able to find a vehicle to drive you. Just look on the black road and wave to a yellow car. Then tell the driver to take you to New York. Offer him this.” He handed him a handful of paper. “It's the currency in this section of Earth. The distance will be far, but you’ll get there before it is morning.”

His eyes scanned the road, looking for one of the yellow cars Heimdall had told him about. One caught his eye and he waited for it to come closer before raising his hand. Like Heimdall had explained, the car pulled to the side of the road and allowed him to get in.

“Woah, how’d you get stuck way out here?” The man driving asked, looking around. “You piss someone off?”

Without answering, he said, “Can you take me to New York?”

He gave a whistle, “Depends how much money you got, dude. It would probably be, I don’t know, around three thousand dollars?”

“Is this enough?” He handed him the stack of paper he had received.

He flipped through it with a startled expression. “Uh-huh. Where’d you get this cash? This is about five thousand dollars in cash.” 

“My currency is different.” Is all he replied. The man shrugged.

“Alright, I can take you. Any specific location I should know?” He began to type on his little black box in the front of the car.

“Stark Towers.”

The drive itself, without including any stopping for gas or for the driver to go to the restroom (his insistence that he didn’t have to go brought questions, but the driver just settled for a shrug and vague threat that he would pay for new cushions if he ruined them), lasted nearly twenty-eight (28) hours. Eventually, the driver pulled beside the curb in front of the infamous Stark Towers. After being paid, he wished him luck and drove off.

His outfit was definitely out of place, as the driver had mentioned many times, but he couldn't care less. However, the guards stationed inside the building thought this was an issue.

“Hold it.” One said, walking over. “What’s with the garb?”

“Garb?” He questioned.

“The get-up? The outfit? Why are you wearing that?”

He glanced at his fancy suit, “Whatever do you mean? Is this not customary? It's normal in my realm.” The guard’s eyes narrowed at the word.

“Realm? Where are you from?”

“Asgard.”

He sighed out, nodding to the elevators, “You’re here to see Stark? Go ahead. I don’t even care anymore.” His hand slapped his face and Y/N nodded in thanks before entering the elevator. “Wait, do you know how to use an elevator? Probably not, right? Press this button, the doors will close and you’ll go up. When the doors open, step off. Got it? I think you got it.”

He followed his directions, wondering why he sounded so… done with everything. He shrugged it off, instead waiting for the doors to open. Once they did, he was immediately met with a sight.

In front of him was a man. He was decently handsome. He glanced over and coughed on the drink he had in his hands. “Woah, how’d you get up here? What are you wearing?”

“The people downstairs told me to come up here. I am from-”

“God, I need to fire those guards. This is the third time this month.” He grumbled. He stared at him, looking him up and down, “Right, okay, what do you want? I’m kinda in my own house, meaning I didn’t want to deal with this today.”

“I am Prince Y/N from Asgard, and I want to see Thor.”

The man blinked. “Asgard? Oh, shit, okay. Well, Prince, I’m Tony. Stark, that is.” He gave no indication that he cared. Tony nodded to himself, “Right, yeah, Thor, okay. JARVIS? Can you ask Thor to come down here?”

“Right away, sir.”

The voice made him jump slightly. “Relax, it's just my helper.” Tony downed the rest of his drink. “Right, so, I have a question. You’re a prince of Asgard?”

“That is correct.”

“Does that mean you’re married to Thor?”

Before he had a chance to correct the man, Thor himself walked in. “Yes, Man of Iron? What did you-” His eyes fell on his brother-in-law. “I cannot believe it! Y/N? Is it really you?”

Without warning, the huge man rushed over and grabbed him into a hug. He laughed, returning the favor. He stayed in his embrace for the moment before pulling away. “Thor, it is a pleasure to see you again. It’s been too long.”

His laugh was loud and echoing, “Too long, indeed, Prince!” He paused for a moment, perhaps remembering where he was. “However, I must ask, my lord, why are you here? How did you get here?”

“Heimdall allowed me to use the Bifrost.”

“What? I told him not to allow entry for you.”

Her eyes were near murderous as she glared, “You did what? Why did you think that was a good idea? You didn’t even bother to visit me when you sent me that stupid letter!”

Thor sighed, “My Lord, I am sorry. It was wrong of me not to check up on you. But you should not be here. It is very-”

“Hey, Stark!” Another man entered. His hair was brown, but it had touches of silver. “His royal annoyingness wants to see you.”

“Shhhhhhh.” Tony whispered, gesturing to the pair of Asguardians. “Thor and his husband are having an argument.”

“Will you stop calling me his husband? I am not his husband!” He hissed. His eyes narrowed. “Who are you?”

The new person raised his hands in mock defense, “Clint Barton.” Clint turned back to Tony, “He’s pretty persistent. Getting kinda feisty.”

“Well, Reindeer Games can wait a minute.”

At that comment, Thor looked nervous. The prince in front of him raised an eyebrow, “Who is ‘Reindeer Games’?”

“Oh, you probably-”

“-don’t know him!” Thor supplied, cutting off Tony. “He is not important.”

“Woah, big guy, never heard you say such things about him before.” Thor tried his best to inform Tony how bad this was about to get.

“Who are you talking about?” He just about demanded, his eyes glowering at the billionaire. 

Thor stood in front of his friend, “Now, now, prince, you must be tired from the journey! How about we get you to sleep!”

“Thor. Get out of my way.” 

“I’m afraid I can’t, my lord. This- This is to protect all of us.”

He scoffed, “Protect you? Who in the Nine Realms are you hiding from me, Thor? Why? I thought you were like a brother to me.”

“Like a brother? So, not a brother?” Tony muttered to Clint. The prince raised her hand to shut them up. 

“Thor. Tell me who it is you’re hiding. Or I will find out for myself.” 

Thor didn’t speak. He barely moved other than hiding his gaze in shame. With a much greater force than necessary, he pushed Thor from the way. He made no move to stop him, despite knowing the bad outcome.

“Stark. Barton. Who is this person?”

With a glance at Thor, Clint responded, “Uh, his name is Loki?” His glare fell and he looked almost sad. 

He turned to his brother-in-law. “Is this some kind of trick? Did you really put them up to this? Or was the letter a sick joke?”

“It wasn’t meant to be a joke. It was supposed to keep you in Asgard-”

“So you told me my husband was dead?!” Tony gasped, whispering to Clint again. He turned and glared at them, forcing the pair to leave the room in a hurry. “I would never have expected this of you, Thor.” He was close to tears internally, but externally he would never let a tear fall. “Take me to him. Now.”

With a short nod, he gestured for him to join him on the elevator.

hello ~! could you do a quiet/cold male reader x kaminari,, like he goes 😐 at everything unless it’s denki doing something dumb LMAO

I was gonna do a drabble but it turned into a full fic so-

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Kaminari x reader - Cold Stone Short Circuit

⚠️warnings - none, kaminari acting stupid

Pronouns - male, he/him

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“Come on-! Not even a smile!?”

Sero exasperatedly huffed out, running a hand through his hair. (Y/n) grunted, more interested in the small rip in his pants than Sero.

“Dude...give up, I don’t think I’ve seen him smile all year.” Kirishima whispered into Sero’s ear. Sero sighed in defeat. He’d been trying to make (Y/n) laugh or smile all morning, to no avail. Not even the stupidest of dad jokes could get him to crack.

“Can I go back to my seat now?” (Y/n) rubbed at his eyes. He was kind of tired. Maybe if he was quick he could take a small nap-

“Wheeey~! Wheeeheheeey~!!” Kaminari stumbled into the classroom, a goofy expression on his face and his hand turned up into thumbs-up signs. He twirled around giddly, before tripping on his feet and faceplanting onto the ground. Sero chuckled, while Kirishima tried stifling his laughter as he helped Kaminari up. He must’ve short-circuited or something.

“Man, I’d probably die before embarrassing myself like that, huh (L/-”

Sero stopped dead in his tracks when he saw (Y/n), the cold and silent (Y/n), covering his mouth, averting his eyes, and to top it all off, the faintest of blushes spread on his face. Sero gawked at the foreign expresssion (Y/n) was making.

He was blushing.

Sero looked from (Y/n), to Kaminari sprawled out on his seat, and back at (Y/n’s) blushing face.

Oh?

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“Kaminari! Yo-dude! Kaminari!” Sero nudged Kaminari awake from his spot on the common room couch. It was after classes now, and Kaminari was taking advantage of that. Kaminari jolted awake.

“Wh?”

“I need you to do something dumb for me.” Kaminari deadpanned. Sero looked at him expectantly.

“Like...dumb what?” Kaminari rubbed at his heavy eyelids.

“I dunno! Something ‘Kaminari-like!’ I wanna see something.” Sero gestured in the air, thrusting his thumbs out and mimicking Kaminari himself.

“What am I gettin’ out of this?!”

“I don’t know! Whatever you want! I just-“ Sero eyed the elevator door as it slid open. Out stepped (Y/n), walking next to mina, with his usual deadpan expression. Sero pulled Kaminari up hurriedly. “Hurry! Go, go! Short-circuit or something!”

“Wh?! Why?! Yo-! Dude! Chill!” Sero was pushing Kaminari towards (Y/n) not-so-discreetly. Kaminari started pushing back.

“Stop resisting-! Just! Do it!”

“Hell no! What am I even supposed to do?! Ack!” Sero and Kaminari were full on wrestling now. They didn’t even realize when they ended up on the floor, grabbing at each others arms and rolling around like pigs in mud.

Sero heard Mina’s usual bubbly laughter, as well as her doubling in on herself while she was laughing so hard, but he couldn’t quite see (Y/n) from his point of view rolling around with Kaminari.

“Hey! What is this? Are you tryna fit Kaminari inside a Pokeball or something? Ahahaha!” Mina gasped between phrases, laughing so hard her stomach hurt. She immediately stopped when she heard quiet, almost inaudible stifled snickers from next to her.

She looked at (Y/n). A bright, bubbly expression hidden by (Y/n’s) hands peeked through, trying his best to muffle the growing snickers erupting from his mouth. Mina stared without shame as (Y/n) had to turn around, almost wiping tears from his eyes with how hard he was keeping in his laughter. It was the ‘happiest’ Mina’s seen him.

Eventually, (Y/n’s) senses came back down, and he straighten up, his usual dead expression back on his face. He turned to Mina. “That was a...funny joke...”

He timpered off into the kitchen as calmly as he could, hoping Mina didn’t notice the big blush on his face as he left. Mina turned to Sero, and they seemed to understand the same thing only by making eye contact.

Kaminari was the only person able to make the ice cold rock that was (Y/n)...laugh.

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(Y/n) flinched when Mina threw herself over (Y/n’s) back, wrapping her arm around his shoulders in the process. (Y/n) gave her his normal deadpan glare, in hopes it would deter her from...whatever it is she was planning, but alas, to no avail.

Mina smiled a mischievous smile. “Heyyyyyy (Y/n)-y (Y/n)~”

“We aren’t on a first name basis.”

“You’re so cruel!” Mina pouted, but quickly shook it off. Her scheming smile returned to her face. “Anyways!”

Mina pulled (Y/n) out of the 1-A classroom, dragging him to a secluded spot in the hallways.

“Ashido-san, class is starting soon-“

“You totally like Kaminari! Right?! You like him so that’s why you only laugh or smile at stuff he does, right?!” Mina’s booming voice defeated the purpose of isolating themselves for a secret conversation. (Y/n) tensed up. He’s pretty sure the whole damn school heard.

Mina noticed the way (Y/n’s) cool demeanor cracked a bit. She smiled even wider, if that was a possibility.

“You toooootally like Kam-!”

Mina almost choked on her spit when (Y/n) abruptly put his hands over her mouth. (Y/n) shushed her violently, with the biggest blush Mina’s ever seen him with. It was like talking to a completely different person.

“S-s-shut up! People will hear you-!” Mina wriggled her face loose from (Y/n’s) hands.

“Holy shit! Are you stuttering?! You never stutter!”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!”

(Y/n) shook Mina around by the shoulders. The desperate, flushed expression on his face was priceless. The stone cold (L/n) (Y/n) blushing. Over being teased. Because of a boy.

“O-o-o-kaaaa-aa-y-!” Mina gurgled out. Her voice was unstable and shaky with the way (Y/n) violently shook her around. He stopped, and dropped her shoulders from her grasp. It was silent for a while.

“...”

“...”

“...ok but like-you toooootally are crushing on Kaminari, right?!”

(Y/n) pursed his lips. His voice dropped from the high pitched screaming he was doing, back into its normal, monotonous tone.

“If I tell you, will you shut up about this whole thing? This conversation and Kaminari?” Mina vigorously nodded. (Y/n) sighed, and shifted his head to the side.

“....I-I may like Kaminari-san just...just a little bit.”

Mina squealed. “Kyaaaa! I knew it! You two would be sooooooo cute together, I’m just sayin’!”

(Y/n) bit his lip to keep him from blushing too much. Mina excitedly waved her hands around, going on about how cute they would be together.

“But don’t tell anyone I told you...! You’re satisfied just knowing right?! I don’t want to really do anything about it, I’m fine watching him be stupid and stuff.”

Mina eyed him down skeptically, before brushing it off and shrugging.

“Oki-doki!” Mina made a zipping motion on her lips. (Y/n) sighed in relief.

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Remember when Mina swore she wouldn’t tell anyone? Yeah. Yeah that didn’t really last very long.

“Kaminari! Don’t tell anyone I told you! Y-you heard nothing-!” Mina had her arms flailing about in Kaminari’s room, having accidentally spilt everything about (Y/n) and his feelings for him. Kaminari was freaking out in his room.

“M’not gonna tell! Swear! Swear to fuckin’ god I won’t!”

Silence. Heavy breathing could be heard from the room after Mina and Kaminari’s post-freak out.

“...ok but do you like him back though?”

“Of course I do! Why the fuck wouldn’t I?!”

Mina squealed, her voice enough to rival a tea kettle.

“Aaaaah!” Mina buried her face into her hands, before shooting up and pointing a finger at Kaminari sharply. “But don’t tell (Y/n) that I told you if you ask him out! But like-ask him out you know? Just leave me outta this I don’t wanna be blamed-“

“Totally, totally!” Kaminari rubbed his chin. “But I wanna take things slow, y’know? Be all suave and make him swoon for me and shit~”

“Pfft. Like you could ever.”

“Shut up! Just you wait!”

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‘Play it cool, Denki...play it cool...’

Kaminari repeated those words in his head nonstop the whole day. Ever since Mina’s slip up yesterday, he could help but be hyper aware of (Y/n) all day. Every time he walked by, every time he asked for a pen in that distant cold voice, hell, every time he breathed.

‘Play it cool...play it cool...you can do it, Denki..”

It was lunch now. Some how, the gods decided to bless Denki with the opportunity of snagging a seat next to (Y/n). It was the gods offer, totally not Kirishima, Sero, and Mina all shifting so the only empty spot was next to (Y/n). Bakugou, however, couldn’t care less. How did they get someone as quiet as (Y/n) to sit with them in the first place?

Kaminari rigidly plopped down in his seat. Mina facepalmed, as if she were saying ‘You’re being too obvious, chill out dummy!’...or something like that.

Kaminari shakily exhaled, and dug into his food. Food will occupy his mouth. And when his mouth is occupied he can’t say dumb things.

Every things going smoothly. All he has to do is get through hero training without doing anything dumb, then afternoon classes, then maybe try and get a little closer to (Y/n) today. It’s a plan...a very slow acting plan, but it’s a plan...

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Without doing anything dumb, he said. Don’t do anything dumb, Kaminari said.

His head felt all woozy and stuffed with cotton the moment he went just a little too far with the electricity today in hero classes. Hey, it’s not his fault Bakugou came at him with the heat of a thousand suns...

He stumbled his way back into the 1-A classroom, smiling dummy and jutting his thumbs out without a care in the world. Hmm. Maybe he should go eat a hamburger after school or something. Wait, did he plan do something after class? If he did, he sure as hell couldn’t remember.

Kaminari sloppily threw the big classroom door open, letting out a mindless huff and rubbing at his eyes. Damn, that door is fucking huge. He stared up at the door for god knows how long, until he felt someone squeeze past him gently.

“Excuse me, Kaminari-san.”

(Y/n) brushed by his shoulder, drawing out a small “muh?” From him.

Pretty. So pretty. Pretty boy, ahh...he’s so handsome. Kaminari’s monkey brain went into overdrive. (Y/n) is so handsome today. Scratch that, (Y/n) is handsome everyday. Kaminari wanted a kiss. Kiss him all over. Ahhh, he’s so attractive it made his legs all weak.

Without thinking-well, it’s not like he could’ve thought in that moment-Kaminari was waddling his way to (Y/n), before draping his whole body across (Y/n’s) back in a back hug. (Y/n) made a low, choked, surprised noise while Kaminari nuzzled his cheek happily.

“Wheeeeheheey! (Y/nnnnn)~! Chu..!Haah...ahaha....wheeey~!! Chu...chu...!”

Kaminari pressed sloppy kisses to (Y/n’s) flaming red cheeks. Mina, Sero, and Kirishima physically turned their heads away in second hand embarrassment. Kaminari continued throwing himself onto (Y/n).

(Y/n) looked like he was about to explode. His cool, neutral face was inflamed with a heavy blush, sweat was running down his forehead from trying to keep his laugh in, and he was biting his cheek so hard he swore there was going to be a mark there later.

“Hehe...like you! I like (Y/n)! Like-like! Ahaha! Yay~!” Kaminari’s babbles broke down walls and walls and walls of (Y/n’s) defenses. The blush on his face just got impossibly deeper.

Kaminari wrapped his jelly arms around (Y/n’s) waist. (Y/n) raised his arms up instinctively, letting out a small, surprised squeak in return. Hold it in, hold it in, hold it-

“...wanna hear (y/n) laugh-! Warai warai~!”

Kaminari tickled (Y/n’s) waist, burying his face into (Y/n’s) neck and pressing against his body.

(Y/n) sputtered, choking into a big, cry-sounding laugh. Kind of like a motor starting up. He helplessly tried prying Kaminari’s hands off while laughing so hard his stomach hurt, and all everyone could do was watch. Watch as (Y/n) laughed so hard he could probably pee himself.

“P-pleA-! Ahahahaha! S-stop it! Sto-pffft ahahaha-!” (Y/n) cried out, desperately trying to push Kaminari away. His arms felt like jello in his grasp, and his stomach began to hurt from laughing so hard.

Sero gawked at (Y/n’s) newfound expression. He, the cold, emotionless, silent (Y/n)... laughing his ass off purely because Kaminari was tickling him. He felt like fainting. He turned to Mina, who was recording the whole thing on her phone.

“Pfft. Kaminari blackmail.”

“...send that to me later.”

“Deal.” Mina zoomed in on Kaminari’s dumbly concentrated face. He was so concentrated on keeping (Y/n’s) laughter alive he was biting his tongue hanging out of his mouth ever so slightly.

Kaminari would either kill or kill Mina for that recording of (Y/n) smiling and laughing so brightly.

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“Yo! (L/n)!” Kaminari jogged up to (Y/n) joining him as he walked to the dorm building. Kaminari couldn’t remember a damn thing that happened right after he fried himself in hero training. He hoped he didn’t do anything embarrassing.

(Y/n) tensed up, and averted his eyes with a blush. Kaminari tilted his head, but brushed it off quickly.

“S-so um-“ Kaminari took a deep breath. “So I uh...I really like you and I was wondering if you wanted to go out for ramen later-!“

“I know...”

Kaminari’s heart stopped.

“...Y-you do—?”

“Yeah...yeah you told me.” (Y/n) absentmindedly rubbed at his sides where Kaminari ruthlessly attacked him. Kaminari exploded into a deep blush.

“Wha?! When?! When did I-?!”

A pink phone with video loaded up in it crawled up into Kaminari’s vision. He stopped. A bubblegum pink hand reached and tapped the ‘play’ icon on the middle of the screen.

‘Chu! Chu! (Y/nnnn)-chan’s sho cute~!! I like-like-like (Y/n)-chan so muuuuuch! Wheeey~! His laugh is sho cuuuute-weeeheheyyy~!’

‘Aah-! Ahahaha! K-kam-ahahahaha! S-s-stop it, ple-EASE! Ahahahaha-!’

Kaminari wanted to crawl in a hole and die. (Y/n) simply bit his lip and shoved his hands into his pockets.

Mina retracted her phone once the recording was finished playing. “Nice one, Kaminari. Reeeeaaal smooooooth of ya~”

Mina cackled as she boyantly strode off, waving her phone in the air as if she was dangling the video under Kaminari’s nose. He blinked, his mouth hanging open in pure embarrassment, before turning to (Y/n).

He suddenly bent down in a 90-degree angle, his arms patted down stiffly to his sides as he bowed. “I-I am so fucking sorry! I-I-I was planning to ask you out all smooth and stuff but my dumbass was-“

Kaminari shut up again once he heard the quiet chuckles emitting from (Y/n). He looked up.

(Y/n) was chuckling with the softest smile he’s ever seen, cupping his mouth loosely with the faintest blush on his face. Kaminari could stare at him forever. It was...beautiful. A warm expression from a stone cold prince.

“You’re so funny...it makes me feel all....warm inside.” (Y/n) ran a hair through his hair. Kaminari couldn’t look away from the gentle smile harbored on (Y/n’s) face. “I’ll let you take me out on a date if you make me laugh some more...”

Kaminari pinched himself on the arm to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. The burning sensation throbbing from his arm made him wince ever-so-slightly, but the pain was wash out by the overall joy running through Kaminari’s veins.

“S-sure!”

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Party of one, two, three?

Pre-serum Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FTM reader

I wrote this months ago, long before i made this blog and i accidentally found it when going through my things. I still enjoy the concept so i wanted to post it here. Tell me what you guys think, maybe ill write more for it, if its something you all want.

I know very little about the time period around WW2 in Brooklyn USA. So, this is just based off what I’ve read in fics and heard in videos about the time. This includes the treatment of the poorer people and the Irish. In my hc Steve is Irish and the Barnes family are Jewish and second-generation Romani, I don’t know much about Romani people in general. It’s not really mentioned a lot but it’s still a hc of mine.

Tw: Unsafe binding, Dysphoria

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⚠️warnings - two (2) mentions of itch attacks, one in the beginning and one at the end (sorry, didn’t know the word for it) kaminari being insensitive to reader.

Pronouns - male, he/him

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‘Please don’t compare me to a villain.’

It should be common sense. Why would you ever compare someone to something as wickedly as a villain? It’s rude and distasteful, and you’re practically saying they’re just as bad as illegal thugs and murderer.

But as (Y/n) mindlessly scratched the itch on his neck, a normal itch, not one caused by his skin condition, a villain who terrorized their school at USJ suddenly popped up on the news channel he was watching on his phone.

“-Villain known as Shigaraki Tomura, the alleged ring leader of the League of Villains, has last been seen atop of a high building.” His phone buzzed. He stopped writing answers onto his notebook, as well as unconsciously scratching harder at his neck while turning his attention to the news channel on his phone propped up on Iida’s bed.

Iida would come back any second, telling him to get back to studying, but hey, he’s doing something productive like watching the news, right? Watching news is productive, right? Apparently, it was a special on Shigaraki, and knowing more about villains as a future hero is good, right?

“Shigaraki is estimated to be in his 20’s, and he is commonly seen in disputes against U.A, especially first-year hero class 1-A.” Yep, that was them alright. The news castor continued.

“It is also estimated that Shigaraki has some sort of skin condition, or due to his quirk his skin seems to be very dead and brittle.” The screen cut to some surveillance footage zoomed in on Shigaraki, clawing at dry blotches covering his neck.

His scratched-up, blotchy neck looked uncannily similar to (Y/n’s), especially with the way he was scratching it while being confronted by heroes. It must’ve been caused by stress too. (Y/n’s) skin would burn under the pressure of stress, and he couldn’t help but scratch all over.

(Y/n’s) neck decided to flare up at the sight of Shigaraki. Does that mean he was similar to a villain? He had some sort of trait that was identifiable with a villain? One that attacked his school, no doubt? He scratched his neck harder, bringing up his other hand to scratch the other burning side. Does that mean he was like Shigaraki?

(Y/n) let out a whimper. The itchiness would only scream more if he retracted his hands from his neck. He rubbed his skin raw, scratching so hard he could’ve swore there was blood starting to seep out from his neck.

The door to Iida’s dorm room clicked open silently. (Y/n) paid no mind to it, more focused on the unbearable itch on his neck and the tears clumping at his eyes.

“...(Y/n)-kun? Are you alright?” Iida’s voice broke through the small breaths and scratches of (Y/n), making him look up slightly with blurry eyes. When (Y/n) said nothing, Iida immediately dashed into his bathroom, looking for a small container of ointment.

Iida timped back into the room with a tiny white container in his hands, unscrewing the cap and placing it on under the container. He sat down on his bed, next to (Y/n).

“(Y/n)-kun...I need you to remove your hands, please.” (Y/n) whimpered out a weak, pained “No...” Iida pursed his lips.

“I promise it’s only for a second, it won’t itch.”

“It-it won’t stop-!” Blood was starting to drip down (Y/n’s) nails. Iida winced, quickly shuffling to the bedside table to grab a tissue from a half-filled tissue box. He returned calmly, sitting down next to (Y/n).

He gently set his hand on top of one of (Y/n’s), testing the waters and gently urging him to pull away. “It will only be for a second, love.” He said, with the tissue in his free-hand and the cream resting on a book laying on the bed.

(Y/n) let him pull away his hand, and Iida immediately went up to dabbing the tender, red area of his neck. There wasn’t much blood to begin with, only a few drops, but Iida didn’t want to take the risk of rubbing in the ointment while there was blood on his neck. He dipped his fingers into the white cream of the container, gently cupped (Y/n’s) cheek with his dry hand, and blotted the reddest parts of his neck as gently as he could.

(Y/n) eventually cooled down, the cold substance of the cream as well as the medicine inside it enough to soothe his nerves. Iida hummed.

“How are you feeling?” Iida earned a hum of satisfaction in reply. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”

(Y/n) paused for a second, before patting the bed around for his phone. His hand eventually landed on it, and he turned on the newscast in hopes they were still playing the same topic they were on to show Iida. Iida bent over slightly to examine (Y/n’s) phone screen.

“...a villain? The one who attacked us at USJ?”

(Y/n) nodded. “He also probably has a skin condition that makes him all itchy too....the news said it and they played a video of him scratching his neck—and I don’t wanna be like that-“

“Ah...I understand. I understand how upsetting it must be to share something in common with a villain.”

“It’s not just that, though...” (Y/n) sighed. “Because of the scratching, I have all these ugly red blotches on my body...and it makes me look scary...I don’t want my skin to end up like his either...”

Iida hummed. He set a hand on (Y/n’s) shoulder. “I can assure you, you are nothing like a horrible villain such as him. I’m sure there are many heroes with conditions such as your own!”

(Y/n) bit back a smile. He downcast his head, trying to avoid touching his sensitive neck as much as he could.

“Thank you...”

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Hero training.

(Y/n) dreaded hero training.

The class itself wasn’t so bad, no. No, it was before and after hero training. Where he’d have to change into his hero costume, and change out of it after class was done.

When he did that, everyone could see the ugly red splotches or red scratch marks that made it look like a cat attacked him nonstop. He always made it a point to get in and out of there as fast as he could so no one would ever bring up the rough skin plastered on his body.

But luck didn’t seem to be on his side today.

(Y/n) tore off his hero costume, eager to get out of there as soon as possible. Or at least have something covering him by the time every one else arrived. Of course, Iida was there—he could never beat him first to the locker rooms somehow—but he trusted his boyfriend enough to let him change in the locker room while his vulnerable, spotty body was exposed.

But just as he had every single article of his hero clothing off, leaving him in his underwear, he heard footsteps rattling closer, before the door to the changing room swung open. His stomach dropped.

“Yooo! (L/n)! What’s-oh?” Kaminari’s boisterous voice dug pits in (Y/n’s) guts. He slowly turned around, doing his best to cover his torso with his U.A button-up shirt as he did so. He saw Kaminari standing a few good feet away from him, as the boys of 1-A began filing into the locker room. (Y/n) glanced at Iida, his anchor in a situation like this, before catching his apologetic expression.

“Dude...did Tokoyami really fuck you up that bad in trainin’ today?” Kaminari pointed at the red marks nipping at (Y/n’s) forearms and legs. Sure enough, he sparred with Tokoyami today, but that wasn’t really the cause.

Tokoyami turned around. He shook his head. “Dark shadow cannot inflict such...scratches. And if he did he should be in Recovery Girl’s office instead of the locker rooms.”

(Y/n) silently wished Tokoyami would just take the bait and say it was Dark Shadow. Because Kaminari wouldn’t be rubbing his chin and saying,

“So then what’s all that?” While gesturing circles to the rough, red skin on (Y/n’s) body.

“S’nothin...that’s all...” (Y/n) quietly mumbled. He turned around swiftly, shrugging on the button-up of his uniform and trying to button it up with shaky fingers.

Hands reached down from behind (Y/n) and grabbed his wrists, lifting them high above his head and twirling him around.

“Duuuude! They’re all over your stomach too!”

“Please...lower your voice, Kaminari-kun.” Iida voiced as kindly as he could, not facing (Y/n) to at least spare him one less pair of eyes that were staring at his red-blotched body.

Kaminari’s eyes were plastered onto the red scratch marks and flaked skin on (Y/n’s) barely-buttoned shirt, while (Y/n) wriggled his hands free from his grasp. He completely ignored Iida’s request.

He unconsciously brought his hands up to his neck, still sensitive from yesterday’s...incident and certainly still itchy. The itch was coming back.

He started pawing at the growing itch on his neck, his back pressed against the locker door as he tried to reach for his pants with his free hand.

He started pulling them on the best he could with one hand, not hearing the growing voice of Kaminari asking about why he was itching his neck; or the quiet protests from Iida. Once his pants were sloppily hanging from his waist, his hand flew up to scratch another forming itch right under his eye.

Kaminari suddenly clapped his hands together, looking very appealed all of a sudden. “Dude! I just realized who you looked like!”

“Kaminari-kun, thats-“

“Remember that villain who attacked us at USJ? Shigaraki? The one who kept scratching at his neck and stuff? I think they did a special on him on the news yesterday!”

“Kamina-“

“You look exactly like him!” Kaminari chuckled. “The scratching-“

Iida abruptly slammed his locker door shut. The loud bang it produced shook waves across the locker room, loud enough to silence every one there. Kaminari flinched in surprise, along with everyone else in the changing room.

“...Shut the fuck up, Kaminari.”

Silence ensued the once talkative changing room. All eyes fixated on Iida, a dead scowl on his face that replaced the mighty rule-abiding gaze he wore. The use of no honorific for the first time was absurd, but hearing Iida tell Kaminari to ‘shut the fuck up’ really took the cake. Iida was glaring dull daggers at Kaminari, who was standing there staring back with awkward eyes.

(Y/n) took that opportunity to mumble a quiet “I have to use the bathroom..” and slip out from in front of Kaminari, and slink out of the changing room. He buttoned up his shirt as quickly as he could, not caring about his long forgotten tie or blazer with the burning, unbearable itch that pulsed from his entire body.

He figured he couldn’t last in class like this.

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Iida sped-walked all the way to the U.A heights alliance. He was worried when (Y/n) didn’t show up to afternoon classes, but didn’t want to run in fear of immodesty on school grounds.

Though, he supposed it hardly mattered anymore, especially after his spiel in the locker room. He was so irritated he didn’t think to apologize until they got back to the classroom. And boy, did bowing hundreds of times, chittering “I apologize for my rude behavior!” Millions of times over again count as an apology.

Iida started sprinting, before ducking into the door and up the stairs.

He ran around the whole dorm building, in case (Y/n) was hiding in someone else’s room or the restrooms. No luck.

And he had no further luck until he passed by (Y/n’s) dorm room, hearing soft sobs and skritches from inside the room. Iida hummed, knocking on the door.

“(Y/n)-kun?”

The sobbing from inside (Y/n’s) room went silent. Iida set his hand on the doorknob.

“Please open the door. Or let me in, please.”

Iida was trying his best to keep his voice level, but inside he was probably just as panicked as (Y/n). Even though he knew (Y/n) kept his medicated cream in his room, Iida had grabbed the spare laying in his own just in case. The soft whimpers from inside the room resumed. Iida sighed.

“I’m coming in. Pardon the intrusion.”

The door the (Y/n’s) room softly clicked open, the light from the outside casting a strip of yellow light into the dark that was (Y/n’s) room. Iida took a moment to let his eyes adjust, before his red eyes fell onto the curled up ball of itching that was (Y/n).

Iida quietly sat down next to (Y/n) on his bed, who paid him no mind. He kept sobbing into the school uniform he never bothered to change out of, one hand under his button-up and the other scratching at the back of his arm. Eventually, his arms switched to scratch at his legs and his neck.

“It burns...it-it burns, Ten-“

“I know, I know,” Iida refrained himself from patting (Y/n’s) back, in fear he’d accidentally inflame that area. Instead, he calmly rose from the bed, walking briskly to (Y/n’s) closet. He opened it gently, shuffling through clothes and picking out a loose shirt and basketball shorts.

He laid them out on the bed. “Do you think you can put these on for me...? Oh, but before you put the shirt on, please allow me to apply your medication onto your stomach..”

(Y/n) briefly looked up to see Iida squatted down infront of him through his tucked-in knees. He looked from Iida to the clothes waiting for him on the bed.

Iida set a hand down on the mattress next to (Y/n). “I can turn around if you would like me to.”

(Y/n) nodded, and Iida stood up and faced the opposite side of his room. Waiting as he heard shuffles of clothes being removed and slipped on, accompanied by more itching, he alas heard the dry “m’done..” from (Y/n) he turned back around.

(Y/n) was scratching at his arms, his head turnt down and tears still cascading down his face. He was holding the shirt in in between one of his armpits. Red blotches and scratch-lines littered (Y/n’s) chest, arms, and legs. The irritated skin looked even more irritated as (Y/n) scratched and clawed at them even more.

“Thank you, handsome.” Iida cooed. “Are you comfortable with me applying it to your chest or would you like to do that on your own?”

“You can do it...I don’t...” (Y/n’s) voice died down, but Iida got the gist of what he was saying. He set (Y/n) back down to his bed, drawing the cream out from his possession and popping off the cap.

After smearing on a generous amount to his chest, his forearms, and his calves, (Y/n) was able to stop scratching for just a bit. It soothed the burning itch for only just a bit, though.

Iida brought his cream-covered fingertips to (Y/n’s) red neck. He tilted it up, giving Iida access, as he rubbed gentle circles around it.

“Would you like to talk about what happened?” Iida said, not taking his eyes off of his current task. (Y/n) sniffed.

“...Do you think I act like Shigaraki? I know you said I didn’t...but you were just being nice, weren’t you?” (Y/n’s) voice was barely audible over the sounds of his sniffles and hics. Iida pressed his lips into a fine line, making sure to coat every area of his neck before retracting his hand. “S’ok...you can tell me, I won’t be mad.”

“(Y/n)-kun...darling, you know that’s absurd.”

“But it isn’t!” (Y/n’s) voice cracked. “Y’know-my body’s already all ugly and disgusting, I might as well become a villain especially because I look like one.”

“Just because you have these splotches on your body doesn’t make you any less handsome.”

“Stop lying, Tenya.”

“You know me, I don’t lie.” Iida placed his hands on his lap as (Y/n) carefully slipped on his shirt. “What kind of class representative would I be if I were a liar? I’m just stating facts like a good civilian.”

“And it’s a fact that (L/n) (Y/n) is the most beautiful, handsome, alluring boy I have ever laid my eyes on. Kaminari-kun took his ‘joke’ too far, and I’m pretty sure it doesn’t qualify as a joke in the first place.”

Iida finally set his hand on (Y/n’s) shoulder. “Please don’t let his words get to your head. Your nothing like a villain, nor is your skin any less beautiful than you think it is. If you can’t love it yourself, I will just have to make sure to love you just as much to make up for it.”

(Y/n) stayed quiet for a second, before shifting closer to Iida and laying his head down against his shoulder. Iida smiled, reaching up to pat (Y/n) appreciatively on the head.

“Thank you, Tenya.”

‘Please don’t compare me to a villain.’

Because (L/n) (Y/n) was far from it.

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I apologize if I got any information wrong, I am not the best educated on topics such as skin conditions :((

Newt Scamander X Male Reader

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Requested: This is my first ever request, so don’t judge if it isn’t detailed enough 🤣 but can you do one with Newt Scamander, who has a partner, who once in a while wears a skirt ? 🥺 it’s very early in the morning so I can’t come up with much.

Warnings: Fluff, some kissing, newt being a soft boyfriend, Theseus being a dumbass, reader wears skirts and likes to flirt.

Tags: @lapse-000

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Newt had spent his day buying food for his creatures, the majority of them already are stocked up for the year but most of them require special treatment due to there health. Newt had walked around all day buying what he needed, knowing that his significant other was keeping an eye on the creatures and making sure they are healthy and fed.

Both He and Y/n have been together for a few years now that Theseus, his older brother, is still surprised that they aren’t married yet. Newt had always told his brother that the two love each other very much but haven’t thought about marriage quiet yet, they were too distracted in there own lives and focused on the creatures. They didn’t need a marriage certificate or a pair of wedding rings to prove people that they loved each other.

The two are loyal and trustworthy, yes they’ve hard arguments here and there but nothing too serious that could cause them to break away from each other. So, everyday he has to remind himself that both he and Y/n are fine with there relationship.

As Newt arrived him, he makes sure to lock the door behind him. Not wanting any creatures to break loose again and wander around the city. The Hufflepuff kicks his shoes off, setting his case down as he looked up to see his older brother sitting in the kitchen, playing with the baby nifflers who had broke out again.

“Theseus, what are you doing here?” He blurts out, startling the older man as he approached him.

“Hello newt, I came to see you since I had the day off at work but Y/n told me that you were busy buying more food so, I instead stayed to help Y/n out and spend some time with him.” He explains, giving him a small smile as one of the nifflers hooked into his shirt button.

“Oh, that’s nice of you Thee but I think will be good for tonight.”

“Nonsense!” Both brothers are startled by Y/n’s voice, the two turn to see him standing by the doorway that lead downstairs, a big smile on his face as he held Pickett in his hand.

Newt’s eyes widen at his boyfriends appearance, face turning red as he takes notice of the skirt he is wearing. It wasn’t something he hasn’t seen before, his boyfriend always liked wearing things like that around the house, saying that it made him feel comfortable and easy to move around in. He never judged his lover, but he can’t help but feel shy and flustered each time he wears something so revealing.

Theseus on the other hand stares at Y/n and with his mouth open. The oldest brother has seen him dressed like that various times but still hasn’t grown used to it.

“O-oh, really?” Theseus coughs out and smiles.

“Of course! We could your help for the final check ups on the creatures. A few are still sick and now that newt was able to buy the medicine and food you can help us faster.” Y/n approached the table, sitting across from Thee as he sets Pickett in the table, watching the bowtruckle play with his fingers.

Newt gives Y/n a shy glance as his lover gives him a grin and crosses his legs, causing the skirt to move a little higher, revealing his thighs a bit more.

Newt knows how dangerous his lover can be when wearing a skirt, he’s a distraction to him and always teasing and flirting. Two things that Newt can’t stand due to his shyness. The two have slept together many times and have explored new things but he was always shy, each time they were in bed he was nervous to ask if he could be the one to take charge or if they can try something different.

Y/n knows that Newts biggest weakness is him wearing feminine clothing that would show off his skin, revealing a little too much to the point where the two would end up in bed all day and night.

“I wouldn’t mind helping a little longer.” Said Theseus, causing Y/n’s grin to turn into a big smile. “Wonderful! I’ll see you two downstairs!” He stands up and takes Pickett with him, placing the small creature on his shoulder as he skips down the stairs, causing his skirt to bounce up and down, revealing a little too much.

Newt is quick to slam the basement door, glaring at his brothers hungry eyes. “Stop it.” He hissed out, suddenly growing possessive as Theseus frowns. “Not my fault your boyfriend is attractive.” He stands from his seat, letting the nifflers take his button as they scurry away in hurry.

Theseus laughs at his little brothers expression. “Don’t worry newt, I won’t steal him from you.” He gives newt a pat on the head, treating him like a child again. “Just happy your happy.” Which was true, Theseus hated seeing his brother suffer from being alone and not having anyone, he was bullied at hogwarts and the adults never took him serious as he grew.

Now he has Y/n, someone he met during a ministry party that Theseus forced newt to attend. His little brother was very anti-social and netting Y/n that night was one of the best things he’s ever experienced. The man was gentle with his creatures and respected newts boundaries, never pushing him to do something he didn’t like. The first time he met Y/n he thought he was a women, due to his figure and the way he wore a dress that night.

Y/n had explained to newt that he enjoys dressing in womens clothing every once an while. He also wore male clothing. He didn’t care if people judged him by his looks or choice of clothing, it made him feel comfortable and it was who he was. Y/n had expected newt to be disgusted in him and to leave but instead the Shy man stayed with him, the two spoke about his creatures and danced the night away.

When Theseus saw the smile on his brothers face that night, he couldn’t help but feel proud of him of finally finding someone who understood him.

“Tell Y/n that I had to leave early and that I won’t be able to stay.” Said thee.

“But, you said—“

“I know what I said but, knowing Y/n he probably wants to spend time with you right now, so tell him that I apologize and that I will visit again tomorrow night.” Theseus tussles his brothers hair, chuckling at the pout he received before leaving the small home.

Newt sighs to himself, gathering up the nifflers as he carried them downstairs to place them back in there cage. He sees Y/n checking on the Demiguise, making sure that he is healthy and doesn’t require any medication. As the man gently touches the creatures, the demiguise keeps himself busy by playing with his skirt, his fingers grazing against the fabric as he nuzzled against it.

“You like it?” He hears Y/n ask the creatures as he earns a coo in response, making him laugh. “I’ll make you a blanket out of the same material, okay?” The creature nods, once his check up is gone he is quick to rush away.

“I think you’ve given him enough blankets.” Said Newt, approaching him with a small smile ok his face as Y/n laughed. “I know but I like to spoil him.”

“You’ve made him four already.” Newt reminds him. “I told you not to pick favorites, creatures don’t like that.”

Y/n huffs. “Not my fault he’s adorable.” He crossed his arms, giving him a pout. Newt chuckles, giving his cheek a peck.

“Where’s Theseus?”

“He had some business to attend, said he’ll visit tomorrow.”

“Damn, I really wanted to head the gossip he had for me.” Y/n leans forward, lying his head on newts shoulder as he wraps his own arms around his waist. “You and my brother spend too much time together, soon he’ll try to convince you to work for him.”

“Please.” He laughs out. “I don’t think office work is for me, I’d probably quit on the first day or do something to get myself fired but of course, Theseus would be my boss and would try to find ways to convince me to stay.” He groans out. “Your brother is too soft.”

“That is true.” Newt agrees, his brother is soft hearted and is only strict when needing to be, but that happens rarely.

As the two stand in the room hugging each other, enjoying each other company he can’t help but pull him closer, glancing down at the skirt as he sighs.

Y/n smirks against his shoulder. “Do you like the skirt?”

“It fits you well, just a bit shorter than usual.” He mumbles out. “Are you trying to distract me again? You do know that my deadline for my book is soon.”

The other giggles, pulling away from newt to gently stroke his hand against his cheek, giving his lips a soft kiss. “You should know that I love to distract you.” He mumbled against newts lips as he whimpers. This wasn’t the first time he’s missed a deadline because of his damn gorgeous boyfriend who was always finding ways to distract him.

“I don’t like it.”

“Mm, you love me.” Y/n teased out, pulling newt towards the nearest chair, pushing him back as he straddles his lap and peppers his neck with kisses.

“Y/n.” He whines out, placing a hand on his hip as he grips it softly while the other hand trailed up his thigh and under the skirt.

Y/n is quick to stop his hand. “Not yet.” He whispers against his ear, giving it a small bite as he grinds down against him, making him groan out in pleasure and throwing his head back. Y/n smirks at his success as he pulls him into a deep kiss.

“Good boy.” He whispers, pulling away while his fingers played with Newts bow tie, untying it slowly as he hums to himself. “Let’s finish taking care of the creatures, go upstairs and finish your drafts, then will head to bed.”

Newt moans. “Don’t be cruel.” He whines out. “Not today, like you said. I’m a distraction so I’ll make sure not to distract you.” He finished removing the tie, setting it aside as he gives newt one last kiss and moving himself off his lap. “Back to work.” He pats his thigh, walking off with a mischievous grin on his face.

Newt watches him bend down to attend some of the creatures, causing his skirt to lift up. Newt blushes deeply and covers his face, groaning into his hands. It was going to be a very long day for him.

THE GREAT HERMITCRAFT X EMPIRESSMP CROSSOVER

it took me 6 WHOLE MONTHS to finish this project, im so happy its finally done it has taken WAY TOO LONG but i managed to not gave up !!!

reblogs and compliments are SO APPRECIATED!!! this art has drove me to insanity, my poor ego has been shattered. . . so did my hand but my ego

all members and closeup will be in the read more [if you want to use it as pfps/edits please credit me]